On the long street, Su Mingchuan's heaven and earth line was against Hong Xiguan's strength, the strongest against the strongest, the fist against the heavenly dao, all the breath and moves were grinding and exploding in the square inch space.

Su Mingchuan's first-line world is completely pressed on Hong Xiguan's body, like a grinding disc of flowing water, squeezing and grinding, it seems to be stable, but in fact, the killing machine is bound to appear, the piercing sound is like a chainsaw pulling wood, and it is difficult for depressed people to breathe.

Hong Xiguan's fist slammed into the sky three feet above his head, and except for the place where he stood at his feet, the other land around him was as if it had been ploughed by an iron plow, and the sword qi was everywhere, and the sword intent followed the shadow.

The two of them stalemate with each other, cutting the space, the light shines into it, producing bending, the figures of the two people are submerged in it, from the outside, the two seem to be in a broken mirror, fragmented, in which the sword qi is winding and horizontal, and the fist is full of strength.

And the roar that came from that place, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes shocking, sometimes tortuous, even the sound was crushed, enough to see it burst.

After a full quarter of an hour, Hong Xiguan's fist became heavier and heavier, and the fist became stronger and stronger, and finally it was as rich as substance, and finally a heavenly fist broke through the world, tearing open the sky, and infinite light shone in it.

Su Mingchuan suddenly abandoned his sword, suppressed his churning breath, and pressed down with both hands at the same time, seeing that the line of heaven and earth that was about to be shattered suddenly became more domineering and domineering, and smashed heavily on the top of Hong Xiguan's head. The Northern Wei Boxing God wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his fists slammed into the sky at the same time, with a bang, his knees fell to the ground, and his sleeves were shattered.

The devastated long street ushered in the most fierce shocking blow, the air waves rolled, and two figures flew out of it.

Su Mingchuan, who was dressed in a green shirt, fell to the ground suddenly, pointed one hand on the big hole on his chest, swept forward lightly, submerged in the smoke and dust, and when he appeared again, his body was like a full bow and arrow, the momentum was extremely magnificent, and the other hand was pulled back, full and round.

The deputy pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion, who is famous for his swordsmanship, actually chose to use boxing to face the Northern Wei boxing god, and the momentum of the punch is clearly Hong Xiguan's boxing path.

Hong Xiguan was in a trance for a moment, the most taboo in the big battle was swaying, and he couldn't go all out, especially the battle between the top masters couldn't tolerate a half-day difference, but at the moment when the white horse passed through the gap just now, Hong Xiguan couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Su Mingchuan abandon the sword and didn't need to use boxing instead.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, Su Mingchuan has already seized the opportunity, so he has the lead everywhere, and has a few more chances of winning, which is like a top chess player playing against each other, taking the initiative when he takes the lead, and goes down to the end in one breath, at that time, the only thing that needs to be counted is the question of how many goals he has won. Fate knows that even so, it is still difficult to take the life of the Northern Wei Fist God, but if he blocks the momentum and footsteps of the Northern Wei Fist God a little, he Su Mingchuan has information within three breaths to take the life of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

"It's bad, Brother Hong is in danger!" Li Yuanhao, who had a full view of everything, smashed it on the windowsill with one hand and was about to rush out.

"It's late. If you go, it won't help, but it will get in the way, Hong Xiguan will definitely lose, but with the heart of the Northern Wei Boxing God, he will not care about a victory or defeat, maybe the Northern Wei Boxing God who has stood at the top of the world is still very eager for this defeat, examines himself, and draws nutrients from it. But after Hong Xiguan is defeated, the life of your Northern Wei Emperor is worrying. Against anyone in the world, your body is not slow, but against Su Mingchuan, your speed has no advantage. I don't know when, Liu Qing also walked upstairs, no one is welcome, he picked up a candy man and licked it: "Help me pull out the iron nail on my body, you and I may have the possibility of fighting Su Mingchuan together, you alone ......"

With a snap, Li Yuanhao slapped Liu Qing's mouth, slapped the grassland talent into the air and flipped it, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Who gave you the guts to take the candy man?" Li Yuanhao said with a displeased face.

Liu Qing covered her face, got up from the ground, and was angry, like an angry little daughter-in-law: "You beat me, you beat me again, in front of so many people, you beat me, can you give me a little face, since I was a child, I Liu Qing has never been insulted like this." Stretched out his hand and pointed out the window: "I'm for your good, is the current situation still unclear, there are nine swords outside the city, there is Su Mingchuan in the city, the little eunuch can't be the enemy of the nine swords, Hong Xiguan makes a wrong move, and then he takes a wrong step, and he will definitely lose, how many lives can you ......?"

A shrill sound sounded outside the window, and Liu Qing suddenly stopped the sound and widened his eyes: "Hong Xiguan...... Nine thousand miles?"

On the river, Li Yuanhao killed the last sword of the Buddha of Confucius, and afterwards Li Yuanhao forgot all about it, but Liu Qing wrote it down and named it Jiuqianli, but he didn't know that Hong Xiguan, who was known for his boxing skills, also liked it very much, and silently wrote it down, but he was not good at swordsmanship, and he had been thinking about how to integrate Jiuli into boxing.

Su Mingchuan's fist had already come to Hong Xiguan's eyes, Hong Xiguan, who was slightly stunned, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his mood was transparent and clear, his fingers were put together as a sword, sprinkled with joy, and he pointed out heartily, suddenly Su Mingchuan's fist slowed down, and Hong Xiguan's sword came first, lightly tapping at the center of Su Mingchuan's eyebrows.

"It's now!" Li Yuanhao opened his eyes wide, grabbed the edge of the windowsill with one hand, jumped down from the small building, landed gently, jumped and moved along the streets and alleys crisscrossed by Xueyong City, and slowly touched Su Mingchuan's back, if he could help Brother Hong take Su Mingchuan, Brother Hong, Yu Qing and Li Yuanhao themselves would be able to face the enemy outside the city, and they could not all leave the Nine Swords of Xichu, but also let them peel off a layer of skin.

Li Yuanhao is a person who is not heart-wrenching and swallows elephants, sometimes he seems to be extremely greedy, you Xichu Sword Pavilion wants my head, I also want to take your life, since you have the courage to come to my Great Wei land to assassinate me, you must also be prepared to be killed.

Su Mingchuan's fist fell on Hong Xiguan's chest, and the body of the Northern Wei Dynasty fist god arched back in an arc, and at the same time pointed into a sword and fell on Su Mingchuan's eyebrows.

The two silver lines suddenly broke through the ground, stabbing at Su Mingchuan's eyes, the deputy pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion moved again, swept to the side, a turquoise flying sword was suspended on Su Mingchuan's sweeping route, Su Mingchuan's breath spread, the slightest wind and grass can be detected, the body suddenly stopped, and the flying sword that was as poisonous as a poisonous snake was six feet away from his body.

Li Yuanhao's mind moved, the flying sword shot out, Su Mingchuan calmly clamped his fingers, clamped the flying sword, his expression was slightly stunned, five zhang behind him, Li Yuanhao held the broken sword, inserted it into the ground, and spit out two words: "Moon water!"